brook park

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

plotting

Monday, December 11, 2006

trees for the future

Everything sort of brown except the sky, which someone has painted. Going down the hill, we meet the trawlerman/tree surgeon who helped push my wheelchair up it in the spring. He admires my walking and talks of how the council should be planting oak and beech, like the Victorians, not cherry and rowan.

Friday, October 06, 2006

short work

new laid?

Monday, September 18, 2006

tooth and claw

A lurcher and a little black terrier, assisted by Minnie, catch a squirrel. I've never heard a squirrel squeal before. The owner puts it out of it's misery and takes it home in a plastic bag for his ferrets.